I have taken notice of people who finally come to grips with the fact that there is no "grand purpose", "ultimate cosmic truth", or "divine meaning" to life, and this puts them in a state of defeat, cause to them, "If nothing matters, why bother at all?". But not only are you mattering right now, but the meaninglessness that appears to be so, is simply a cleverly-placed illusion to grant you the freedom to be able to assign your own meaning to things. It is the blank canvas, the space between the stars, the interval between the notes, all very necessary for the big picture. Nothingness seems to be quite something, wouldn't you say?